magenta skies and sunsets, suggested friends and
influencers, frosted cakes and –
Suggested friends. There, between some guy two
classes over in secondary school and a minor local
celebrity, was you. Your other account. 23 followers,
23 following. “This Account is Private”; “Click here to
follow this account”.
I clicked there – there, where the power button was.
The suspended phone a black gloss, the matte screen
protector not blocking enough of those incident rays; I
caught myself looking at myself – the last person I
wanted to see.
The train jerked to a start. Partially a reaction to the
sudden movement my eyes ventured upwards as I saw
through the grab poles the nature park we were going
past: the canopies of a dozen trees, two dozen, three
dozen, a hundred, more more more, more than I cared
about; too many beyond the layer closest to the tracks,
too many individual trees I couldn’t see, all together
slowing blurring into a featureless smudge of green
and brown.
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You who’d extrapolate denotion to life. You who’d
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